Maybe Everything will be Okay
Chapter 1
Bad Day
Sonny
Walking towards Condor Studios was always something I wanted to do. I just never did because, well...I`m afriad. Hollywood`s supposed to be some "happy" place. But as people say, reality is not what it seems. People are crooks. People are muggers. People are fake. I could go on...but it would fill up a notebook how many things I could say people are. Today was the day though. I was going to walk to Condor Studios even if it killed me...Which I hope it doesn`t. I got my bag, sketch, and car keys. Just in case. I walked outside my apartment. I got to the door to the outside. I walked out, then ran straight back in. It was pouring to rain. I got soaked. I went back upstairs and got my jacket. Pulling my hood up, I looked out the window. It was very dark, even for a nine a.m morning in California. I walked back outside.
And made a bee-line to my car.
Driving to Condor Studios is always boring. No-one to keep me company but the guy on the radio station, obnoxiousily saying, " Good morning, California! Today will be (fill in the blank here), with a chance of ( ditto). I barely listen to the radio, I just like someone talking so I don`t start thinking, get unfocused, and drive straight off the road.
I got in the parking lot to Condor Studios. I pulled out my iPod becuase I`m always early, I get bored.
'And now, you wish that you meant something to somebody else.' The first song on shuffle, sang.
I`m used to this song. It wore on me. It`s a part of me. When me and...I still can`t say his name, broke up...this was my duct tape song, putting me back together.
I deleted alot of songs becuase I couldn`t handle it.
Hopefully I won`t see him, today.
As a matter of fact, I don`t see anyone here today.
"Hello?" I yelled. I walked around trying to find someone. It wasn`t working. Everyroom I went to was empty. They`re was usually somebody here early. And it was late late. I was in my dressing room for at least forty five minutes. My stomache growled. I was very hungry, I didn`t eat breakfast. I walked out of my dressing room to go to the cafeteria for some frozen- yogert.
"Sonny!" Some guy yelled my name when I was fixing my fro-yo. Uh-oh. It`s him.
"...Chad?" I asked. I didn`t turn around. I couldn`t. I was as frozen as the yogert.
"Sonny, oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" His voice got closer.
"I work here?" It sounded like a question.
"Wha-where is everyone?" He asked.
"I could ask you the same question." I finally defrosted. I turned straight to look at him.
And his hipnotic ice blue eyes captured mine. Dang-it.
"No-one is here."
"Then why`d you come?"
"Becuase I saw your ca- I mean, I saw a car. Which apprently was yours." He laughed nervously.
"Oh, well." I said, starting to walk off with my frozen delight.
Then my ear caught something my dressing room tv (it being blasted up on MTV because no one was here) announcing. It was the weather report.
"This is an issue for the southern areas of Cailifornia. There has been a tornado being touched down on the ground. Anyone near these areas, please seek shelter, immediatly. The following counties is in effect until 12:00 P.M; Ventura, Los Angeles, and Orange. This is a major tornado. It tops off the richter scale. Remember to seek shelter in low or underground areas. This is a warning. Please seek shelter. This is an-" Then the whole studio went black. Pitch black.
"Chad?" I yelled/asked.
"Sonny! Grab my hand, I know the way to the basement." I searched for his hand. I don`t care who he is, or what he did, all I knew right now is that me and him get to saftey.
He was navigating his way through C.S looking for the right door.
Finally he found it. We rushed down inside...the janitors basement. How would I know that? It smelled like Pinesol and it was very enclosed. Very.
"Sonny, are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks...You?"
"Yeah...Why would their be a tornado in California? I thought we were earthquakes?"
"We are, Chad. This must be some freak disaster."
"Global warming, maybe?"
"Maybe..." I said, actually spectualating the thought.
"...Sonny, incase this is really bad...I mean really bad, I just want you to know, I`m sorry for being jerk-ish. I`m sorry I had to do the recount at the Tween Choice Awards just because Mackenzie Falls lost. I shouldn`t have done that. The more I think about it...Your show won. Truely. In the heart."
What? Did he actually just say that? I`ve been waiting to hear that for a long time.
"Yes, Sonny, I did just say that. I`m sorry I`ve kept you waiting."
"How did you hear that?"
"You said it outloud."
"...Oh." I said, blushing. Glad it was dark.
"Thats okay, sometimes I talk outloud when I odnt mean to, too. My mom says its a habit."
"Your mom has a point, all my mom says is...-MY MOM!" I hurried up and found my phone. I quickly dialed her number
"Were sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable at the try again later."
"Okay, so, try her cell." Chad said.
"Good idea." For once.
"Hey!" He objected. Did I say that outloud again?
"Yes!" Dang-it.
"I have got to stop doing that!" I said.
"Yeah, you do!"
"Its not like its not true. Remember you used Chaz to be you. Who would use a stunt double like that?"
"I`m sorry." He said, quietly.
"I-I gotta call my mom."
"Hello?"
"MOM!"
"Sonny! Where are you?"
"Condor Studios! Are you at home?"
"No, I`m at Claudia`s house."
"She`s at your mom`s house, Chad." I told him.
"Your with Chad?" Mom said.
"Yes, thank the Lord."
"Is the power out?"
"Yes, but Chad found the basement in the dark."
"Good...Sonny, why did you ever break up with Makenzie?"
"His name is Chad. Not Makenzie. Thats his charecter in his show."
"I know that,"
"Mom? Really?"
"Fine, Fine."
" Ugh, even in danger you can still be-" The whole building shook.
"So-I can-anymore"
"Mom? Mom?"
"Sonny."
"Mom? Are you hurt?"
"No. Reporters say the tornado is headed straight for the Studios." My heart dropped.
"Mom. I love you. Tell Chad`s mom he loves her too."
"MOMMY!" Chad yelled. I hung up the phone.
"It`s fine..." I said.
"No, it`s not fine. Were not underground, Sonny. We were above ground before we came up here. You know the stairs to the dressing rooms?"
"Yeah."
"Thats the "main floor". But this is the actual main floor."
"So, they`res no basement?"
"No. And Sonny,"
"Yeah?"
"I`m so sor-" Then everything went to chaos. And two seconds later, I blacked out.
The last thing I saw was Chad under my lepperd couch in my dressing room, unconcious.
I was in a place I`ve never been before. It was like something of a dream. I was at a creek. My feet were bare. And I was wearing a white dress. On the other side of the creek was Chad. Barefooted. White clothes. Looking at me.
"Chad, where are we?"
"I don`t know, but Sonny, I like it."
"What the heck?"
"Sonny, I don`t know. I just feel...safe here...With you."
...?
"I make you feel safe? I thought you was the' greatest actor of our generation'?"
"I don`t want to be anymore. This place...changed me."
"This place?"
"Sonny, you just got here, I`ve been here for hours."
"So?"
"Aren`t you thirsty?"
"A little, why?"
"So was I. Drink the water in the creek."
"No! It probably has leeches in it."
"It don`t. Trust me."
I bent down and made a cup with my hands. The running water chilled my hands. I took a tiny sip. Then a big gulp. I was thirstier than I thought. I felt...diffrent.
"Now, Sonny, don`t you feel better?"
" Yeah...I think."
"Sonny. Were in a coma. Both of us. This place is diffrent. It lets us hear the outside. But somehow communicate. Like were connected somewhere."
The fog thickened before I could respond.
"Chad?"
"Were waking up."
"Why?"
"We drunk the water."
"But I don`t want to wake up! This place is the only place you`ll be like this. Kind, gentle."
"Sonny. I didn`t drink the water. It wasn`t the place that changed me. It was..."
And the sound of beeping made my eyes open.
I herd lots of gasping.
"Sonny, are you alright, sweety?" Mom asked. I think she was holding my hand. I looked at her.
"Wheres Chad?"
"Sonny, don`t worry about him. Are you okay?"
"Where is Chad?" I repeated.
Mom rubbed her hands on on her forehead. Something still gripped my hand. I looked at my right hand. Someone was holding my hand. And their bed was really close to mine. I trailed my eyes up their arm to see their face.
It was Chad. Looking at the ceiling.
"Chad?"
"Sonny..."
"I think I can answer your question."
"What question?"
"That we were connected somehow. Look at your left hand."
He turned and look at his left hand. We had death grips on our hands.
"Nurse...can I have a drink of water?" We asked in unison.
"Of course...It`s strange. Your the only one hurt. It must`ve been a bad day for you guys."
"But it suddenly got better." I said.
"You do know today wasn`t the day that you were hurt?" The nurse said.
"What day is it?"
"It`s been three weeks."
"And why are we holding hands?"
"Thats how you were found. And we couldn`t tear you apart. Literatly. It was like you two were glued together." She smiled and left.
"Oh...umm. I guess we should let go of each other." Chad said.
"Yeah." I uncurled my hand out of his. I had his handprint for a bruise. Thats not good...Maybe.
"Heh, Sonny, you left a bruise on me."
"Me too," We smiled at each other. That was definatly a good thing.
